Hypnotized
Haunted by our memories.Intimidated by his presence.
Consumed by my disillusions.
I can hear his breathing.
It’s driving me insane.
Too many emotions.
I can’t contain this all.
Can I be immune to sorrow?
Can I be dead to happiness?
Why is this such a big deal?
I don’t get it.
Why?
This makes no sense!
Can I just start over?
Can I really just try this again?
The past is blocked by a wall.
Never to be entered again.
The act is over. Curtain closed.
And the lights have dimmed.
But my character is still alive.
Beating in my heart.
My role is taking over me.
Why do I care so much?
All this dwelling will end in pain.
But that’s how it started didn’t it?
[from a song by dashboard confessional]
"if it is born in flames
then we should let it burn.
Burn as brightly as we can.
And if it’s gotta end,
then let it end in flames.
So hot with love we burned our hands."
I’m like a trick candle.
I’ve been blown out.
But I’m just waiting to ignite.
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